Our printer has been jamming up for about the last week now. Today was the first day that I really took the time to look at it and after fiddling with it for about thirty minutes, determined that I did not have a clue and decided this was a job for the oldest.
After coming home from school, he sat down at the table with a tool kit by his side. I figure any working man is best left alone so that's how I left him. Only once when I heard the sound of what was very similar to plastic snapping did I ask, "Is everything all right in there?" He assured me it was.
This when on for a little while until I could hear the distinct sound of paper being fed properly through the printer. "Nick wins," was the announcement from the kitchen. I walked in there to find the printer completely, or almost completely, taken apart and him sitting there with a smile on his face. "Random cheerio," he said. Who would've thought?
As usual, that comment got me to thinking about other things. If something as small and random as a cheerio can wreak havoc on a printer, I wonder how many seemingly insignificant things can wreak havoc on my life?
And with that thought, I'm gonna have to think on it a while.
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